The Faded Dust
The rain stops. It stops suddenly. You are standing in the mud. Your boots are heavy. The weight is yours. You feel it in your knees. In your spine. In the hollow of your chest. You are a scholar. You study the land. You map the boundaries. But the land is moving. The fog rises. It is thick. It is white. It swallows the trees. It swallows the sky. You cannot see the path. You cannot see the...
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